Surely You're Joking

Draco didn't wake until a little before noon, when Lucius had gotten tired of his son's laziness and sent a house elf up to his room with breakfast. Apparently his father was still too angered to bother with him personally, something that suited Draco just fine. He wasn't particularly interested in seeing his father just yet.

As he awoke he thought of the night before and had to smile. It had been well worth getting his father angry. He assumed there would be hell to pay later on in the day, but right now he didn't care much. In addition to spending the night with a beautiful woman, Pansy and Blaise's reaction had come as a bonus. Sure, Pansy would nag horribly when they came back from break, but at least now she knew she was not indeed his girlfriend. And better than that, the rest of Hogwarts would know.

He sat up in bed and stretched his arms, but realized in the middle of his yawn that his bed was empty except for himself. Turning quickly he discovered his realisation to be true, and when he put his hand to where Ginny had slept, he knew she had been gone quite a while, as her side was cold. He gave a sigh and accepted the tray the house elf brought him.

"When did my date leave?" he asked the elf, picking at the eggs with his fork.

The elf gave a low bow and answered him that she had left around dawn, taking one of the carriages away from the mansion. Draco didn't look up from his food, but gave the elf a wave signalling for it to leave. He finished his food while still in bed, and then got up to dress.

When he crossed the room towards his closet, he noticed Ginny's dress hung neatly over the back of his chair by the desk. There was a note pinned to it. He smiled to himself and opened his closet. He saw at once that someone had been going through his clothes. Rummaging through them he discovered one of his favourite cloaks to be missing, along with a shirt and a pair of pants. He gathered Ginny must have taken them.

He was slightly amused at the thought of Ginny not being able to find her own room again - and she would of course not have wanted to ask anyone for directions - and therefore coming home to her family in a man's clothes. He didn't think the Weasleys would be too amused. Poor witch couldn't be used to house elves, he mused, calling one over to go fetch her leftover clothes from her other room.

After getting himself dressed in a pair of pyjama bottoms, he walked over to the dress and un-pinned the note. In daylight he could see a rather large gash running down the top of the bodice. Thinking about what had caused the gash, he had to smile. As he started reading the note, his smile tuned into a smirk and widened.

"We'll see about that, Weasley," he said aloud to no one when he finished. "Let's just wait and see what happens."